This with regard to the deities who manage physical affairs. Over and
above these they personify hope, fear, love, and so forth, giving them
temples and priests, and carving likenesses of them in stone, which
they verily believe to be faithful representations of living beings who
are only not human in being more than human. If any one denies the
objective existence of these divinities, and says that there is really
no such being as a beautiful woman called Justice, with her eyes
blinded and a pair of scales, positively living and moving in a remote
and ethereal region, but that justice is only the personified
expression of certain modes of human thought and action—they say that
he denies the existence of justice in denying her personality, and that
he is a wanton disturber of men’s religious convictions. They detest
nothing so much as any attempt to lead them to higher spiritual
conceptions of the deities whom they profess to worship. Arowhena and I
had a pitched battle on this point, and should have had many more but
for my prudence in allowing her to get the better of me.
I am sure that in her heart she was suspicious of her own position for
she returned more than once to the subject. “Can you not see,” I had
exclaimed, “that the fact of justice being admirable will not be
affected by the absence of a belief in her being also a living agent?
Can you really think that men will be one whit less hopeful, because
they no longer believe that hope is an actual person?” She shook her
head, and said that with men’s belief in the personality all incentive
to the reverence of the thing itself, as justice or hope, would cease;
men from that hour would never be either just or hopeful again.
I could not move her, nor, indeed, did I seriously wish to do so. She
deferred to me in most things, but she never shrank from maintaining
her opinions if they were put in question; nor does she to this day
abate one jot of her belief in the religion of her childhood, though in
compliance with my repeated entreaties she has allowed herself to be
baptized into the English Church. She has, however, made a gloss upon
her original faith to the effect that her baby and I are the only human
beings exempt from the vengeance of the deities for not believing in
their personality. She is quite clear that we are exempted. She should
never have so strong a conviction of it otherwise. How it has come
about she does not know, neither does she wish to know; there are
things which it is better not to know and this is one of them; but when
I tell her that I believe in her deities as much as she does—and that
it is a difference about words, not things, she becomes silent with a
slight emphasis.
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